"No need to tell me twice! And stop calling me by.... That name. I am dead." The Apothecary said with a grin from beneath his helmet and seemed as if he had no single wound anymore, sprinting even past the Tactical Dreadnought, almost past the lift but only to deliver his knee into a gretchin and smash him under his weight. Instantly he moved Durandal in a wide arc, killing two more of the puny greenskins. "I know you always expected grand from me. Since the day you came to take me from Macragge. Perhaps ever since you laid eyes upon me back on that Eldar cruiser, I do not know. Nor do I care. But I must ask you one thing, for I am not the man to make such decision but... How will I learn my new name? How... Did you learn of yours?" The Apothecary was as much confused about the ordeal as he was excited. Glowing with a radiant aura of youth and vigor, rather than the mantle of cold, harshness and isolation he wore before. "I will take a superior position and strike when the.... Time is right." Steinar simply nodded to Fenix and started to run off toward the wall, starting to climb it up right away.
<Feron> "Converge friendly forces on third tier! Form choke points around the stair wells and all top tier entrances! " No use spreading their forces out over two levels with so few bodies, they would make due. "Disperse troopers amongst the Serf teams, prep explosives to meet enemy charges! " Hefting up a bulky combination of rokkits chained and glued together he plants a boot on the railing overlooking the center drop and simply waited. He had four such missiles to use, a possible fifth having gone up with his bolter shots, and every intent was to make sure they weren't wasted. Once their Orkish foes began to flood in he would wait to pick out targets of opportunity chucking his massive make shift bomb toward anything resembling mega-armor or packs of heavy weapons troops, if none of those showed up he wouldn't stand idle either and would instead hurl the make shift missile toward the thickest cluster of boyz he could see and let his own bolter detonate the rokkit pak once it had fallen into prime position.
"My Father gave it to me, on the day when I defeated my inner Rage and placed it under my control," Marmaroth simply answered, as if he was talking about the weather. Guess there was no point in talking in riddles now. "As for you learning your own, perhaps I should throw you through a Warp portal and see what happens, eh?" the crackling of the chains as the lift slowly went up did little to silence Chaplain's laughter. "If Sirius is really dead and you require a new name to call yourself with, it will be the name which you will earn from this moment onward. Survive this mission and I will name you myself, for sadly I am the next best thing you have now," too many jokes meant only one thing - either Marmaroth was really in a good mood (for no specific reason) or he was trying to relax the Apothecary, using this approach to battle his inner doubts. So far it seemed that it worked like a charm.
"The next best walking shield!" The Apothecary replied in good spirits. He didn't know why, but he felt... Different. It was not so much that he was done with the past. Done with fear of failure. Done with the Codex it was.... He simply obeyed without thinking for once. He did not need to recite the Codex to justify his emotion of feeling... Good. He even smiled beneath that helmet of his while playing lookout, checking if there were any Orks to jump upon them. "By the way. I am getting sick of getting saved by you. From this point on, I will no longer rely on you to survive, rather I will become your guardian angel."
[OOC: A little confused now - who is Draconion's opponent? Shield and choppa, or 'uge choppa?] Draconion grunts as he flies across the gallery, his shoulder sore from the Ork's strike. Striking the bulkhead with stunning force, he staggers to his feet, shaking his head and only barely manages to parry the followup strikes, desperately reinforcing his defences with telekinetic strength to avoid getting crumpled like an empty box. Slipping a diagonal overhead swing to the outside line, he sees his opening and seizes it with both hands. Flicking at the Ork's eyes with Purgatory to draw its guard, he vaults over its head with a telekinetic leap, aiming to come down behind it and run it through with both swords.
"Geeat, any heavy weapons target the stompa" as he spoke he started chaneling his entire psychic reserve into a single lance of power "il slow it down but try and stay alive" with that he threw the energy at the cannon arm before he started to levitate using psychic power untill the orks could not reach him and he charged into the stompas belly hopping to try and tear it apart from the inside
"Gaius we may need some air support over here!" Volorox said through the Vox while on the pilots signal. He kept kept firing his flamer he quickly grabbed his power halberd and blocked a attack from a ork that charged him. The ork quickly met Volorox's fist in his face The marine forwards and quickly stomped his foot into the ork's face. Volorox then looked to the stompa wondering for a moment if he could attempt to board it he then looked to its weaponry trying to evaluating its threats. "Ancient one Think I can Board it if a hole is made in it?" Volorox asked through the vox as he brought his halberd up to meet another ork.
<Amraphel> "Oh great more Orks ", Amraphel thought as he lowered himself to the ground, finally touching down on solid ground with a loud clanking sound, and to make matters worse it was a big well armoured one. Immediately, he ran towards a pile of debris and took cover behind it, not wanting to face a deadly barrage of fire by the the Big Mek's custom shoota. To even the Odds, he threw a frag grenade into the crowd and although it did nothing to harm the big Mek's formidable armour, it killed three of it's less lucky companions, who were blown to pieces by the razor sharp shrapnell bits. Amraphel then waved his mace at the big Mek, hoping the beast would recognize the provocative gesture as a challenge, and then droping all notions of tactic, charge him. Hopefully, Icelos would take care of the lesser Orks, while Amraphel would engage the Mek, using his greater agility to compete with the more powerfull xeno, trying to find weak spots in his foes mega armour to bring it down and finally complete their mission.
<Boarding Action - Draconion> Nob blocked Librarian's attempt at gouging his eyes, seeing through the charade and easily awaiting the moment when the somersault landed, hitting Draconion square in the face with a pommel bash, breaking his eye visor. Dazzed for a moment, the Salamander was besieged by another enemy as the wounded Ork carrying ranged weapon opened fire, riddling his back with bullets as it charged towards him, intent on ramming its axe into Draconion's spine. <Boarding Action - Amraphel> But Icelos was nowhere to be seen. The lesser Orks opened fire and riddled his cover with bullets, preventing him from moving at the moment. What Amraphel didn't count on was that the Big Mek was much more cunning than he gave him credit for in the first place. Nobody charged his cover but what happened was that the firing suddenly stopped and something zapped couple of meters behind him. As he turned his head, he heard distinctive alien laughter as the Mek used his tellyporta to close the gap and open fire with both his flamer and shooter at the same time, ramming Amraphel into the cover with the sheer number of bullets that hit him while the flame found purchase into holes of his armor, setting his skin on fire. "Ya little git, tink youz got wut it takez?! Burn, lil squggy, BURN!" it laughed as it came closer, the pincer-weapon crackling with bluish light. <Boarding Action - Sirius> "I'm counting on it," Flesh Tearer smiled as the elevator went up, finally reaching the end of its travel at a big platform, somewhere in the upper reaches of the ship. It was at that moment when the vox buzzed with life, seeing the runes of their comrades on their visors as well as being able to communicate with their ship once again. @Draconion "Draconion, this is Marmaroth. I have found Sirius and are currently inbound to your position, which is showing to be somewhere in front of us on this deck. Report," the Chaplain spoke as he led the Apothecary towards their stranded brother, hopefully reaching him in time before he becomes yet another casualty. <Angelfall - Feron> Stormtroopers and their leader Commissar reluctantly obeyed the order, still not accustomed to fully following Feron but trusting in their Commander's wisdom. What came next through the corridors were a huge number of little alien lifeforms known as Squigs, that charged through and up the stairs, trying to get in the melee range as they roared with anger. Defenders shot back and killed a dozen of the little things, however they still had to reload (serfs) which made the defense a bit difficult when being met by such numbers. Of course, it wasn't something that they couldn't handle, but it still required a significant effort, thus weakening them for future battles. It was at that time when Feron's comms flared and a familiar voice of his Chaplain patched through. "Brother Feron, how goes the defense of my ship?" <Lumber Camps Kordoba - Tempestus, Volorox, Dorallius Angelous> Tempestus's psychic lance shot towards the cannon arm, but not before the Stompa fired its gun, the shell landing somewhere amidst the embattled Imperials and Orks alike, completely annihilating one flank of the combat line. However, the weapon arm exploded and fell off as the Blood Watchman dealt with it in his style. As he levitated and propelled himself through the air, he met with the metal form of the Stompa and punched inside of it, falling through the rubble and junk that made the insides of the titan-like walker, killing lots of Gretchin in the process but also his coffin suffered various injuries from being impacted like that, slowing his movement a bit. He knew he would require repairs, but who should worry about that now. Gaius responded to Volorox as Marine Malevolent was a bit cleared of the immediate foes, the Orks looking dumbstruck as they watched huge Dreadnought flying, when he was right there besides then couple of moments ago. "We saw what Tempestus did, there's no way I can open fire on the Stompa now," Howling Griffon replied as the gunship streaked above the battle. Of course, if Volorox so wished, there was the opportunity of following Tempestus and perhaps helping him by entering the Stompa by himself, using the hole created in Dreadnought's flight.
The Apothecary himself got his Diagnostor-Helmet updated with the information of his team, which he was rather glad about since he could complete his duty as medical support again. He swung Durandal, without the engine on, a few times as if in attempt to get a new feel for it. He appreciated it's balance and apparent light-weight without sacrificing strength. "It's good that I was right with my assumption that the others could take care of themselves." He admitted openly to Marmaroth.
